CH. 1 the Pop-up ad

I guess when you think about, my life have never been that normal. I mean really, whose parents would leave their fourteen year old daughter with her fifteen year old best friend as housemates while they move the rest of the family to Bora Bora to live in the beach front villa of their dreams? At least they didn't leave us to fend for our on though. They paid for schooling and actually set up my friend's college fund so her parents don't have to pay a cent, paid for the house and two cars, and even got us a nice nanny who comes by every week to drop off food. So I guess it's not that bad. Besides I'm already half-way through college with a culinary degree so yeah, doin' fine. But honestly, I never expected my life to get this crazy. And to think it was all because of one stupid little pop-up ad.

"Rachel, wake up…." Silence. "Wake up…." nothing. "FOR THE LOVE OF HETALIA WAKE UP AND MAKE ME SOME BLOODY BREAKFAST!"

"AHHH!" I woke up with a start, eyes wide in mortal terror as I reached for my tiny air-soft gun I kept by my bed. "Where's the problem?" I turned to my tormentor/best friend, Caroline, as she just looked at me weird.

"Can't I wake you up without you going all paranoid on me? I just wanted some turkey bacon but I couldn't find it. Also, could you make me some scones?" she said while giving me a pleading look.

I sighed, "what time is it?, I asked while reaching for my phone to check my e-mail.

"6:30, is tha-?" was all she could get out before I let out a groan as a response. Can't I at least sleep in till 7? Is that too much to ask? Slowly I got out of bed to go make breakfast. Our house was pretty nice. It was three floors high with a finished basement and an in ground pool out back in our nice spacious yard. Everything inside was all new too. The kitchen had all new appliances, with tons of counter space, two stoves, a hibachi grill, and a double stacked oven. It was parallel to the living room which faced the front of the house and joined to the dining room the seated fourteen people comfortably. I trudged down the stairs with Caroline skipping happily beside me. I decided to make her a cranberry scone with honey and orange pancakes for myself. As I was cooking, she popped in one of our hetalia DVDs in the TV in the living room to watch while she ate. Once the food was finished I brought her food out to her and sat down to finally check my e-mail. Store sale, Store sale, Coupon, Flying Mint Bunny Express Notice, Coupo- wait, WHAT? I opened the e-mail:

Congratulations! You have been chosen to receive free countries! YAY! To receive your countries go to .com and enter code weaslebabies in the box on the screen. Next chose your countries and in a few business days you will be having a jolly good time with your new country. No returns!

"Yeah right.." just as I was about to delete the e-mail, Caroline grabbed my phone. "Give my phone back!" I practically whined. It was way too early for this.

"I want hetalia countries!" Carline screamed. "PLEASE! IT'LL BE SOOOO MUCH FUN!"

"And a hassle."

"Please!"

"No"

"To late, already order them!" she cheered happily.

"YOU WHAT!" yep life was about to get a little more interesting.